SvFoE - Laundry on a Hot Day

A greentext styled story written for /sveg/. Placing it within a pastebin due to an illness and a need to save time.
Special thanks goes out to the anonymous poster that gave me the idea for the second part.
 2. out of 3. parts done.

Laundry on a Hot Day

1.
>It was a usual hot Californian morning over the Diaz residence. The only unique thing about the day so far was that it happened to be laundry day.
>Thus, the young man known as Marco Diaz, found himself wearing nothing but simple shorts in the steaming basement under his house as he tossed articles of clothing into an aged and beat up washer.
>He sat on a wooden stool, grabbing dirty clothes out of color coded bins and hampers lined around him, as he stuffed the washer with the last of his whites.
>"There we go, that's all of it." He said out loud as he wiped his sweating brow of perspiration. "Now all I have to do is set up the wash and-"
>A loud thump interrupted Marco and brought his attention towards the basements stairs.
>He had enough time to notice what appeared to be Star's overly stuffed hamper at the foot of the stairs before a sudden cheering Star herself leapt into the hamper from the top of the stairs.
>The girl disappeared under the clothes before her head popped back out and she spit out a sock.
>"Woah! That was way more fun than I thought." She said gleefully.
>"Star! How many times have I told you not to jump off the stairs like that! Your seriously gonna hurt yourself if you're not careful." Marco called out to the girl.
>"Oh lighten up papi." Star told him as she popped her arms out from under her clothes and pushed herself and the hamper closer towards Marco.
>”W-what did you just call me?” Marco asked her.
>”What, Papi?”
>”Yea that, where did you learn that?”
>”Oh, I heard your mom call your dad that. She told me it meant like, papa or something in Spanish.”
>”Well yea, but like not in the context that your using it.” Marco tried to explain.
>”But your kinda like my dad for telling me to be safe and all that fuzz, ha, papi.”
>”I'm just being a good friend by telling you to stay safe.” Marco tried to explain, but Star wasn’t paying attention.
>”Hehe, papi! Papi! Hehehe, you’re my papi!” Star sang with a sing song voice.
>”Oh man, just promise me that you WON’T say that in front of other people and that you won’t jump off the top of the stairs anymore because that is seriously dangerous!”
>" Come on papi, It takes more than a simple fall to hurt this princess- OW!" Star squeaked out as a sudden pain flared along her backside.
>"Aha! See, what did I tell you?" Marco gloated.
>"Lay off, it's really nothing. Hardly an ache at all." Star managed to say as she discreetly rubbed her aching rear before standing up and out of her hamper.
>”Ah, so that’s where hoodie NO. 46 went.” Marco commented as he saw that Star was currently wearing one of his recently missing hoodies and, apparently, nothing else by the look of her bare legs.
>“I was wondering where that one went. Why exactly are you wearing it?”
>”Because Marco, even though it’s a really hot day, running around naked left me quite chilly. So I decided to wear one of your hoodies so that way I can be both cool and warm at the same time.” Star explained.
>”…What? No, never mind.” Marco dropped the topic as he was unable to decide whether Star was joking or not. “Just hand me the whites out of your hamper so we can fill in the washer.” Marco told Star.
>She complied and began rummaging through her overstuffed hamper in search of any dirty whites, tossing out other clothes as she did so, as well as an assortment of strange items ranging from feminine cosmetics, trinkets, an occasional medieval weapon, and small mischievous magical critters that managed to stow away in star’s laundry.
>”Star! Don’t just toss your clothes around like-“Marco was silenced by a sudden small pair of plain white panties being shoved into his face.
>”Here it is!” Star called out excitedly, not noticing somehow that she literally put one of her unmentionables right in Marco’s face.
>After that, she walked towards the washing machine and tossed her undies into the opening along with Marco’s clothes.
>On his part, Marco sternly stared at Star as the girl continued to be oblivious to her invasion of his personal space with her underwear.
>”What?” Star asked him as she noticed the Stare Marco was giving her.
>”…Nothing. I don’t even know what to say after something like that. Anyways, is that really all that your gonna stick in the washer?”
>”Hmmmm, yea. Truth is, I don’t think any of these other clothes are dirty. I just tossed them into the hamper because they were all on the floor in my room.”
>Marco shook his head, “Well I guess that’s it then. Let’s pick up what you tossed around and we’ll head back upstairs.”
>”Okiee dokie my papi!” Star cheered as she set about collecting all of the clothes she tossed out of her hamper with Marco’s help.
>The two finished in no time and together they lifted Star’s hamper up as they headed back upstairs.


2.
>As Star and Marco left the basement, a sudden reddish light appeared at a corner of the basement.
>The light began to glow brighter and seemingly grow in size as a sinister mist appeared and circled the area.
>Finally, fire erupted from the very floor itself as it spread from a pin point light to a literal inferno that threatened to engulf the very room in flame.
>But as quickly as it appeared, the fire suddenly vanished without a trace. And in its place now stood a solitary figure.
>Three red glowing eyes opened on the figures face and it stepped out of the shadows to reveal itself as the demon Tom. Star’s ex-boyfriend and now borderline stalker.
>Tom let out a groan as he stretched and flexed his body, easing the built up tension out.
>”Man, lone teleportation to the mortal realms is always a hassle without proper assistance.” He thought out loud as his demonic body settled within this dimensions weak sense of reality.
>Normally a demonic entity would have trouble manifesting itself into a low magical realm such as earth, but Tom was of the higher echelons of demonic breeds and stood apart from such basic rabble as imps and succubi.
>Unlike them, he could enter mortal planes with less power than most weak willed demons needed. Though in truth, his power alone was still not enough, for a powerful being such as he needed a suitable body or host to contain his being and essence.
>Normally Tom would have had assistance with creating a proper body to contain his power for when he stepped into another realms reality, but he was in a rush to see his love, Star Butterfly, and went without proper help.
>”I’ll have to hurry.” Tom told himself as he felt his raw existence finally settle into his new body, “This temporary shell is far too delicate for me to do very much. I gotta find Star quickly without sustaining any damage to this form.”
>Tom took a moment to examine his surroundings, finding that he was in what appeared to be the basement of the mortal home Star currently resided in.
>”Uhhh, excuse my uninvited interruption!” He called out politely to anyone who might hear. “I'm just here to visit Star so, uh, I’ll just talk to her a bit and be on my way!”
>No voice responded to his announcement and Tom took it as an ok to go about his business. Once again, he sought to mend the tears in his and Star’s relationship and, hopefully, get back together as a couple.
>The only problem was that Star kept ignoring his calls on the magic mirror, forcing him to take drastic measures and meet her in person with a surprise visit.
>”Right, so avoid any trouble, don’t make any trouble, find Star, talk to Star, and most importantly- don’t get angry. It’s all perfectly good.” Tom told himself as he reviewed his plan and psyched himself up for meeting Star.
>He hoped that she would at least give him the chance to explain himself before she eventually zapped him with her wands magic.
>With that, Tom set about exploring the basement as he searched for an exit that would lead him to the rest of the house.
>”If I remember correctly, my minion spies told me that these “Diaz’s” allow Star to stay in a room on the second floor. I’ll just make my way there and-“ Tom stopped as a peculiar scent came to him.
>As a demon, Tom possessed senses far stronger than the average human and right now he was able to smell something that possessed what seemed to be Star’s own scent.
>So fixated on the girl was Tom, that he could not ignore the urge to find the source of this scent that he currently smelled.
>Following his nose, Tom was brought before the currently in use washing machine that held the clothes Marco and Star had recently placed within it.
>Noticing this, he took a moment to shut the machine off and, once it was completely powered down, opened it up to find the contents within.
>”Just clothes?” Tom thought out loud as he pulled out and examined the soaked contents within the washer. “This is what caught my attention? I can’t even see the source of Star’s smell-”
>Tom went silent, for he had dug around within the wet pile of clothes and came across one particular piece. Something that was white in color, still a little damp, and rolled into a ball, but the most noticeable thing about it was that it was the source of Star’s scent.
>”Just what in the heaven is this thing?” He asked aloud as he picked up the damp ball to examine it closer, making the scent of Star it had stronger the closer he held it to his face.
>The scent was almost overwhelming to Tom as it caused him to feel warm inside and reminded him of distant memories of when he and Star were together.
>It brought a goofy smile to his face and he found that he couldn’t really resist the lure the scent had over him. However, the dampness of the ball partially blocked the smell it had.
>Tom took a moment to focus on summoning up an inner heat within his hands, taking care not to actually summon his demonic hellfire. The process worked and as his hands grew in heat, they began to dry the dampness from the object he held.
>Satisfied, Tom began to unroll the ball while saying, “Alright now, just what is this thing that’s making me feel so-“
>His voice once again caught in his throat and his eyes became saucers as surprise overcame him. As he unrolled the ball he discovered what exactly he was holding in his hands.
>A pair of white panties.
>Star’s panties, Tom realized.
>Once that thought overcame his mind, a sudden flame sparked to life over his head as his face flushed a darker shade of red then his natural skin color. His hands began to tremble and he muttered an incoherent mess of words as the scent of Star within the panties suddenly became intoxicating.
>Never in Tom’s immortal life did he ever think he’d see a precious treasure such as this. To have something like this in his hands, a forbidden object that required the permission of Star to see, was comparable to obtaining something incredible in the mind of the love struck demon boy.
>To have a piece of cloth whiter then a cherub’s wings and purer then the light of heaven itself that was meant to cover the femininity of his angelic Star Butterfly. It was surely the greatest treasure that was once thought to be unobtainable.
>And the scent… the scent alone… it too was a smell that, though he recognized it as belonging to Star, he had never thought that he would actually ever get to smell in his long life
>So strong now was the smell to Tom that it was enough to drive the young man so wild that he instinctively brought the panties close and began to smother his face with it.
>The panties were so soft and felt like velvet on his demonic skin. It gave him the feeling of pure bliss and as he sank deeper and deeper into the feeling, he took a huge breath to take in more of that glorious scent of Star’s-
>Wait…
>(Sniff, sniff)
>… That didn’t smell like Star.
>Not at all.
>In fact…
>It smelled like…
>…HIM! The one called Marco!
>As Tom brought the panties closer to his face, he was able to pick up the little trance amounts of Marco’s sweat on the panties as it lingered from the time Star had put her unmentionable right in his face.
>And as Tom picked up the natural musk of another male on Star’s panties, his feeling of bliss was instantly shattered.
>”How!?!” He asked himself, “And why!?! Why was another boys musk on a pair of Star’s underwear?” Tom kept asking this as a thousand other thoughts raced in his mind until he settled on a single thought.
>There was only one reason why Marco's scent would be on these panties.
>One reason why they would be washing them now so early in the day.
>It was because Marco and Star had recently… they surely…
>Rage. That was the new feeling that consumed Tom now as he came to a conclusion. Rage, pure and unrefined anger in its most destructive form.
>His three eyes once again began to glow a sinister red as the inner hellfire within his heart was stoked back into a blistering demonic inferno.
>Tom clutched the panties close as he rose up to his full height and began to levitate off the ground. Below him, a fiery blaze was conjured up from the very depths of hell itself.
>”I will find him.” Tom told himself, “I will find him and utterly destroy his mortal existence.”
>”I will strip the very flesh from his bones and gouge out his eyes as I feast on his very entrails-“
>A sudden noise came from the basement stairs and brought Tom out of his madden rage and back down to the floor as the fire he summoned quickly died out.
>He recognized the noise as the sound of approaching footsteps.
>Tom then realized that the situation he was in, sneaking into a home uninvited with his face covered in a young girls panties, was rather compromising to say the least.
>He panicked as he tried to think of something to do to get away, but he was too late as two newcomers entered the basement down the stairs.
>It was both Rafael and Angie Diaz, Marco’s loving parents that entered the basement hand in hand as they spoke sweet nothings to each other.
>”Ai Rafael, papi, you can be sooo bad at times!” Angie lovingly said to her husband.
>”Only because you let me be naughty towards you, my sweet.” Rafael told his wife as he began to nuzzle against her neck.
>Angie giggled and playfully tried to push her husband away as they both reached the floor of the basement.
>However, their affectionate nature towards each other took a moment to pause as the two adults then noticed the demonic boy standing before the washer with what appeared to be a pair of panties smothered against his face.
>A long silence followed as the Diaz parents stared at Tom impassively. The demonic youth began to sweat as he rushed to think of something to say, though he was too late again as a sudden realization came to Rafael and he spoke up.
>”Oh! You must be Tom, one of Star’s old friends from Mewni.”
>”Uh-Yea! Yea, I'm Tom the demon from hell.” The young demonic youth quickly spoke up, “You must be uh, The Diaz’s, nice to meet you.”
>”Nice to meet you Tom.” Angie greeted with a warm smile, “Welcome to our humble little home, might I ask what you’re doing in our basement?”
>”I'm uhh, not doing anything!” Tom quickly said as he, reluctantly, tossed Star’s panties aside. “I mean, well, I was just um, helping Star do her laundry earlier.” He said on the spot.
>”Oh, is that so? Is that why you were wearing a pair of panties over your face?” Angie asked him, innocently enough.
>”Yeeeeaaa… we demons do things differently down in the underworld, if you know what I'm saying.” Tom attempted to explain.
>”I see.” Rafael spoke up, “Well don’t let us bother your work Tom. We’re just here to check up on a rusted pipe down here.” He explained.
>”Oh, which pipe?”
>”The one above your head.” Rafael pointed out as he reached out towards the pipe right over from where Tom was standing.
>”It’s rather delicate and we’re worried that it might burst open soon-“ Right as Rafael finished his sentence, he accidently pulled down on the pipe and broke off a section of it. Causing a torrent of gross water sewage to spill forth from the opening.
>Unfortunately for Tom, he was caught right under the spill and was completely covered from head to toe in the foul stinking liquid.
>But that was hardly the worst of it as the inner hellfire in Tom’s delicate and temporary form was quickly doused. Causing his body to literally melt away into a sludge like substance.
>Rafael and Angie watched in shock as the demonic young man in front of them suddenly screamed in pain as he was melted down into nothingness, leaving only a puddle of raw demonic material sludge mixed with foul sewage water.
>”Oops.” Rafael said simply as he bashfully hid the piece of rusted pipe he held behind his back.
>”Sorry about that.” He said to the puddle apologetically. “I guess that cuts Star’s friends visit short.” He then concluded.
>”Oh dear, I guess I should go fetch the mop to clean up this mess.” Angie figured as she set about to get her cleaning materials.
>”You could, Or…” Rafael stopped his wife by wrapping his arms around her waist and proceeded to pull her close. “Now that Star’s friend is gone and the kids are upstairs. What do say we get back to doing what we originally planned to do down here?” he asked her with a wiggle of his brows.
>”Rafael! We can’t fool around while there’s such a big mess here.”
>”Hmm, such a thing has never stopped us before.”
>He began to place small kisses down his wife’s neck, which caused her to shudder in giddy giggles.
>”Oh papi! Hehehe, go lock the door…”

>Up on the second story of the Diaz residence, Marco felt a cold chill run through his spine and he flinched instinctively. Almost causing the hamper he carried with Star to tip over and fall.
>”What’s up Papi?” Star asked Marco curiously with concern.
>”Stop calling me that! And… well, let’s just say that I have this strange feeling that we shouldn’t go back down into the basement. Like, at all!”

{More to come soon}